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[There have been many times in Jamie's life where he's not understood what's going on, usually when there's a name or a word or an idea that's far past his time. Usually he figures out some way to get through, either by questions or by pretending he has a clue. It's worked well enough for him before.

Today, however, it's more difficult to do that, thanks to the very large blank in his memory. It would possibly be frustrating if he wasn't still somewhat disorientated by what had happened, but mostly right now he feels strange, in a bit of a daze that makes thinking difficult. In an effort to try and clear the fog around his head, he starts to wander the Plane with no clear destination in mind. Eventually, he finds himself over by the forest, with a strong urge to sit which he doesn't bother to try and fight, instead settling under a large tree and unwrapping a bundle that he's been carrying with him. In the bundle is a broken hunting knife, which he stares down at like he's expecting it to give him some answers. It doesn't really seem to be cooperating, though, and after a moment he sighs, shaking his head even as he continues to look at the object in his hand.]

Och, I wish I knew what was going on.

(OOC: Another post-death Whodunnit post for anyone interested in trying to figure out clues!)

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[It seems like it's something he should remember, shouldn't it? And it's like it's almost there, the thought of it tickling at the back of his mind, like there is some sort of memory there that wants to break through. But try as he might, he can't get his brain to cooperate - at least right now. So even though he doesn't answer the Doctor right away, and the expression of on his face is that of someone trying so very hard to pull up that memory, eventually all he's able to to do is shake his head.]

I...I can't, Doctor. I should be able to, but I can't.

Do you want to?

[ Because he could try helping. Who knows what's been done to Jamie's mind, but it's worth a go. ]

[Does he want to know, really? It's likely not going to be a good memory, because he has the feeling that however he died, it wasn't in a peaceful way. He'd want to go down fighting. But the not knowing...it's like when the Time Lords took away his memories in the first place. He was so mad when he'd realized what had happened, because he'd not had a choice. Here he has that choice - and he decides he wants to know.]

Yes. I...think I do. D-do ye think ye can help me, Doctor?

I think I might be able to, yes.

[ He shifts, sucks in a breath through his nose, and lifts his hands to place his fingers on Jamie's temples. ]

I'm... Well, I'm going to dig around in your mind a bit. Is that all right with you?

[And he doesn't even have to think twice, simply gives a small nod. If there's anyone he'd trust enough to do this sort of thing, it's the Doctor.]

Aye, ye know it is. Is there anything I should do, though?

Well, you could try to help get me on the right track and not think too much about anything aside from today. Don't want me getting lost, mm?

Ready?

A-aye. Aye, alright, Doctor. I will.

[To help in this, Jamie shifts his stance so he winds up sort of settling into place, then lets his eyes go closed and does his best to do as he was told.]

Ready.

[ Well, then.

The Doctor sucks in a breath, and closes his eyes as well, reaching out, through his fingers and into Jamie's mind. Which is, understandably, a bit of a mess. ]

[Things are most definitely jumbled, a confusing mix of everything that's gone one since he'd woken back up most of what's on the surface. The other memories, from earlier, are deeper down, harder to coax up and still somewhat blurry and incomplete. But eventually enough of them came through to form a picture of sorts.

Jamie had been on the Plane, intending on taking care of his pet, when a noise from behind him caused him to start to turn - only for his leg to buckle a few moments later as a bullet struck it. Of the person who'd shot him, there were no clues, not even a clear idea where they'd been standing when they'd shot him. The rest was patchy, at best, hints of an effort to try and stop the bleeding that had failed, and the spiral down into darkness that had followed. After that, there was nothing, until he'd woken up on that table in the lab with that broken knife next to him.

And now there they were, with Jamie trying to keep his mind as focused as he could so the Doctor could see what had happened.]

[ It's still not all that the Doctor wants to find, and he tries to get more out of it, get deeper, find out what else Jamie must have surely said. Tries going back to attempt it again, but there's a block, one that he can't figure out if it has to do with Jamie or something else. It's really strong, and a few moments later he practically gets forced away.

He pulls his hands away and opens his eyes, grumbles under his breath in Gallifreyan. ]

[After a few seconds of listening to the grumbling, Jamie pops open an eye to see what's going on. Seeing that the Doctor's pulled away, he lets the other eye open and cants his head to one side to look at the Doctor a little expectantly.]

Did ye not find anything, then?

Not who did it. But you were shot. Someone moved you, obviously, but I don't know who.

Shot?

[Hearing the word causes a bit of the memory to shake itself loose, and he can almost feel that moment when the bullet pierces the skin, leaving searing pain behind. For a moment he looks dismayed, but then that passes a bit, his face smoothing out. Not completely, though. There's still hints of it around the edges, mostly in his eyes.]

Aye. I-I remember now. But...I'm not surprised someone did. They would've had to do bring me back.

[ His hand goes to Jamie's shoulders, squeezes, at the shift in his expression. ]

Oh, is that so? Where exactly do you take someone to bring them back?

[Even a small touch like that helps a little, and he gives the Doctor a small, grateful look before taking a breath.]

There's a lab that lets out into the shop. At least, I think it does. I'm fairly sure I went through the shop before I wound up out here.

[Admittedly, he might have been somewhat out of it at the time, but he's fairly certain he remembers passing through there at some point after leaving the lab.]

[ There's a quick smile as response, and the Doctor sighs as he pulls his hand away, tapping his lower lip. ]

I'd really like to have a look at this lab.

[He's not surprised by this, actually, but winds up pulling on his lower lip with his teeth.]

Aye. That could be a good place to look. Only I don't know if we could get back into it from the Plane, Doctor.

No, that would be too easy, wouldn't it?

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